PlushChapter 3
"Hungry?' she asked shyly once I closed the outside door behind me. The living room we entered contained simple comfort, lightly furnished and without ostentation. I followed her to the large kitchen equipped with fancy matte steel clad fridge and stove and copper pots and pans hanging low enough over a prep island for her to reach. There was room even for a thick rustic dining table to which her gesture guided me to sit. "Starving," I smiled and sat. She busied herself pulling down a...